Being Built of Light October 1999 Once a being built of light Opened the portal of my soul Revealing to my inner sight The vision of the promised goal.

Awakening October 1999 For in all these lives of being and becoming A constant of the growing soul abides, Grace of the formative years when spirit peeps out From flesh, a lone and Ancient traveller Newly aware of its own divinity. Through life's shocks the carapace grows thick And obdurate revealing only echoes Faintly heard that well up from within. Sometimes the celestial chords Awake a forgotten self, And a clarion anthem swells To the charge of destiny. A neighbor, friend or foe he visits us Supre

Changing Seasons Sept. 6, 1999 Feel the seasons in the blood of trees, Ever changing, rest in the waning year, Slowed and musing deep in holy ease To sleep once more in the peaceful arms of earth. Then waking with a rush of emerald leaves Reaching through sky to greet a warming sun, And waxing full in summer's languorous breeze Upon the autumn yield with fruited mirth The treasure of their glory and increase.

Pilgrimage to the East Oct. 1999 We were young and the call of the mysteried East Ran swiftly through the blood of our youthful veins. Unknowing the mind was pulled across the earth By the beckoning spiritÕs laugh, the invisible reins Of joy attending the hour and hope of new birth. Now in the dusk of memory there flee Fragments of beauty, scent of the mystical rose Intimations of an arcane mystery Glimpses of the inner being thrilled At the spark that in our bosom silently grows And love refound and life again fulfilled.

Hour of Agni Where the fiery river flows Coursing through the age of man I see the banks of ignorance Ablaze with God's celestial plan, Flame through our falsehood and piety. Raze our structured greed, desire, Conflagrate, consume our hate Purify us with the cleansing fire, Fan the spark of the hidden soul To grow and rise ever higher, Help us to cast impurities forth To fuel the blaze of the sacred pyre. May the incense of our prayers rise up From the ashes of our separateness, Forge the link of self with Self, From ego's rule

Opening 11/22/99 Upon the flower's opening I wait More patient now than in the vital years When wrapped in the fullness of self and ego's rule Devoured joy and sorrow with the salt of tears. Slowly the Artist chisels at the crust Sculpting with tender touch or forceful blows The resistant stone restraining the wonder-bird Who flies from birth to birth and slowly grows More radiant and powerful, then free, To new-mould a conscious being robed in grace, Of love, devotion and humility formed The godlike forerunner of the future race.

Hyacinths Once through childhood's innocent eyes I saw The spirit-soul of hyacinths in bloom. Their mystic fragrance slowly drew me in To a magic-microscopic other-room Of sculptured form and blazoned daring hue As if etched in wax to outlast passing time. That eye once opened now such joy perceives Of mystery in the common and sublime.

Prayer for Recalcitrant Mind 9/12/99 Repudiate the specious claims of mind As sovereign leader of this rag-tag band Of disparate entities; descend and bind Our fractioned being, and with thy brightening hand Infuse the unawakened cells with light, And peace upon these warring tribes impress. Attend my prayer in the fast ensuing night Coalesce round soul the body consciousness.

Millennium Now the millennium and to the heights Of Supermind as earth in turmoil cries, Her body poisoned, the rivers of her veins Awash in toxins and overwhelming her skies Polluting clouds of chemicals suspend The rising miracles of moon and sun. A landscape seen through a dense and darkening haze Her contaminated soil from battles won And lost by the hands of fierce and warring men Whose need to kill and maim and rape and rend Asks rest that she rejuvenate again Her blue of lake and sky, her fertile fields, Resume her evolutionary climb With a secret mandate from the hidden supreme Inhabitant who chose through space and time This treasure hun

I am so small I am so small, let me be smaller still Until my consciousness can identify With cellular life and infinitesimal things And know in the atom God's infinity. Let me not dream the aggrandising dreams That blindly leap to a future falsely bright Ere the work's begun, the vessel pure, I have not yet found passage through the night. Give me simplicity and stay the mind From fruitless labours endlessly begun, Cease the circling round of senseless thoughts And focus the inner flame upon the One.